Tag: love

In Karbala, both of his
hands were unjustly taken
For in return, 2 wings were
gifted to him in heaven.
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I now understand why was Hazrat
Abbas given something so high
He protected the proof of God,
with every pain and every cry.

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With no vision, within his heart
he saw God in his every action
Yet with clear sight, the poof of
God, from us remains hidden.

Two ladies of our nation,
were promised heaven
One known as Fatima
and the other, Maryam
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Prayed, the mother of Maryam, to
have a son, from her beloved Lord
And in return she vowed, to make
her child a pure servant of her God.
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Accepted was her prayer, and down
came Maryam as purity’s leader
The promise was kept, and Maryam,
guided her purity like no other.
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Her purity was so high, that the lord gifted
her a son, named Jesus, our leader.
And due to her strength as a mother,
revealed the Quran, after her, an entire chapter.
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And when every verse, which spoke of Jesues,
his name was always along with his mother.
For does it not tell us, how great was this
specific lady’s unimaginable, holy status.
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Then we turn towards Fatima, the
daughter of the Prophet Muhmmad
and just like Maryam, she too remained
pure and God’s beloved, kind servant.
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Maryam bore hardship, from the
world, for carrying this holy child
while the world spoke of lies, she
held herself above, a woman with pride.
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And Fatima too suffered, as a child to defend her
father and helped him spread mercy to mankind
And so she too was promised, her from lineage
would be Mehdi, like Jesus to save mankind
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Doesn’t that amaze you, how our saviours, Jesus and Mehdi will
one day come to remove this world’s misery with kindness and
mercy, for both teach us, justice, strength and purity, we can only
learn and inherent from our ‘mothers’ like Fatima and Mary.
***
So be you are son, or be you a daughter,
never disrespect your mother
When your God has solely chosen
them to be your soul’s teacher.

He took his final farewell, from
his Grandfather and mother
he took his entire family, but
left in Madina, his ill daughter.
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Patience of Zahra, from which
Sugrah was named by Hussain
Before leaving Madina, he asked
her to act upon this holy name.

***
As their steps left the household, she
prayed for them to safely come home
but, she was unknown, how from one city
to another her father’s head would roam.

***

Time passed by, each month, until
Muharram came, she grew restless
To quench her thirst one night, she
heard the cries of her family, oppress.

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Slayed were the family of Muhammad,
together, each body was trampled upon
And far away from Karbala, in Madina,
Sugrah’s soul was too slowly crushed upon.

I see an injured man lay on
the ground without his head,
through murder they thought
in erasing his name they would succeed
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Stripped were the rights to give
him a single shroud was taken.
and they robbed him from
the ring Mustafa had given

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Yet, this man whose own blood
alone covered him as his shroud
For this very blood belonged to Muhammad
and wrapped with purity his body was found
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The land of Karbala was now
covered with this shroud
For the pure blood of Muhammad
sunk within its sand
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And this sand became a cure
for God’s every creation
Verily the spilling blood of Husayn
created this land to be a visiting obligation
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I ask about those who
denied him water
For now they have
deprived themselves of kawther
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Have they forgotten whose
beloved grandson is Al Hussain
He is the grandson of the
one who ascended the heavens.
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Have they forgotten, whose
beloved son is Al Hussain?
his father be the man who’s one
strike is worth more than the 7 heavens
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To search for Muharram I find no
need to look for the moon
For the land of Karbala will
turn red out of grief soon
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For the moon of Muhammad
was eclipsed in his own blood
the Euphrates dried whilst the
desert was filled with blood
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This was the sacrifice
of Mustafa’s household
For without them, God’s
message would not be told
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They were created for us
to understand who is our Lord
and they gave away everything
for the Allah’s noble cause.

‘ A poem written with the help of Ahmad Husayn, an aspiring poet. Kindly visit his profile to find more create pieces: https://www.facebook.com/ahmadhusayn14?fref=ts